Chester Watson - Wicked lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm tired of eating microwave pizza And in my mind you know I've been psycho sleep, Jesus Leave the ladies wet like a tidal wave beating them I alone could ba-da-bing your whole team b**h, it ain't over until the fat lady sing And I don't see any fat ladies on my team It's Nu Age n***as with the swagger that's the meanest Colder than the naked winter spent in Greenland And yeah, I caught you red handed, better freeze it You think you fly, I'll shoot you down like geeses Where that mean goose, in my dreams always lucid It got the b**h and my two cents for no f**ing reason And I leave my words slurring like the seasons End of days coming soon. Check it, that's my thesis I ain't trying to get messy like the grease is So if you trying to dis me you better know I down-crease ya [Break] Buddy n***as be trying to roast n***as... Like b**h, my f**ing shirt costs more than your whole outfit What the f**... [Verse 2] And like a size 12-gauge, you are basic 12-gauge your face, hell raised the place, b**h I bought some razor blades from a couple Asians I'll keep the Chinese methods to myself because they're ancient Flesh, scalpel poking and scrape sh** On bath salts like home-made your face and Just go skate with Lucas and Jason Bow down now, you're looking at greatness Waiting too long, getting a little impatient All the s*ut muffins just treat him like a stray b**h I'm pretty fresh and you can't belittle my placement Looking for some f**s to give, but don't know where I placed them n***as hit this molly, faced towards them. Stop with the gay sh** Tired of the bottom so to the top in a spaceship Didn't want him in so I put a crop in the gape in The picture of the n***as that I be chilling all day with [Break] 'Cuz n***as was being flawed as f** You feel me? Nu Age bro Shout out to Kush Cartel [Verse 3] Fresh to d**h so in my casket I be swagging it Chilling in a place where bad b**hes just attack my dick Thoughts in my head, half of you can't even imagine them I'm working 24/7, so don't ask where the pa**ion is And yeah, I'm eating grilled cheese playing Xbox Chilling in some boxer briefs wearing red socks I'm up in my own sh**, you listen to bedrock b**hes jerking off so I call them all hand-co*ks Words leave you in amazement like dead stock Head to the sky, eyes closed with your hands locked Spit fuego so we make a couple grands. Nah Lazy when we surface so we make gla** with the sands hot Farmer status, yes, Da Vinci had a brand of dogs I had one before, but getting jiggy with a dinner fox Hop she's not as geezer smelling, fishy in her pants. I'm A wicked a** dude getting silly in the paradox